Mewsings, April
30, 2018: "The cat could very well be man's best friend
but would never stoop to admitting it." - Doug Larson

Gratuitous Kute Kittiness: Introducing, the Unknown Co-Meow-Dian.

Cat Mewvie: "Hey! That's
me as a baby! Wasn't I cute?"

Today's Kitty
Komic

Feline Art: "Woman
with Cat",
by Yana Movchan.

The
Cat Lover's Dilemma
by Mark Kinsler

So my friend Brian came by to pick up a clock case that he’ll restore
to Victorian splendor last night, and we were outside by his truck when
something wrapped itself around his leg, and then mine.

It was a young cat, a tortoise-shell who wished to ingratiate herself
by alternately rolling around on the East Mulberry Street pavement and
entwining herself around our legs once again. She followed me back to
our house, briefly scampering up to the porch before disappearing into
the night. Natalie, who is Mother Superior of all cats, would want to
know about the little creature, so I went in to yell for her.

“Natalie!” No answer.

“Natalie!!” No answer.

“Kitten alert, front porch!!”

At this my quiet, reserved spouse burst out of nowhere, bustling past
with a bag of cat food she’d somehow grabbed on the way. Once outside
she called softly and crinkled the cat food bag. This, quoth the Short
Person With 16 Pairs Of Cat Earrings, is the universal language of cats
and is warranted to lure any known feline.

It worked, for presently there was a soft meow and Her Majesty appeared
with the clear purpose of inspecting the small pile of Purina Cat Chow
nuggets Natalie had arranged on a front step. “What a beautiful
cat you are,” crooned my beloved as our guest applied herself to
the cat food. “What are we going to do with you?”

This is the eternal problem, for while we two are hopelessly vulnerable
to the charms of kittens, our four smaller housemates are not. The sublet
agreement is clear: “Thou shalt worship no other Cat besides Us,” it
reads.

“Oh!” exclaimed Natalie. “She has a collar.”

Indeed she did. A rhinestone collar, in point of fact. “Someone
else loves her,” I noted sadly.

Mewsings, May
2, 2018: "If a dog jumps in your lap, it is because
he is fond of you; but if a cat does the same thing, it
is because your lap is warmer." - Alfred North Whitehead

Gratuitous Kittiness: "Hello, world!"

Cat Mewvie: When kitty came marching
home.

Today's Kitty
Komic

Feline
Art: "Untitled" by Reddit user SprooseMoose000.

Mewsings, May
3, 2018: "Cats seem to go on the principle that it
never does any harm to ask for what you want." - Joseph
Wood Krutch

Gratuitous Kittiness: "Open? Closed? Meh. A box is a box."

Cat Mewvie: Loving Scooter.

Today's Kitty
Komic

Feline Art: Cat hip
tattoo.

Mewsings, May
4, 2018: "I love cats because I enjoy my home; and
little by little, they become its visible soul." -
Jean Cocteau

Gratuitous Kittiness: "Ohhh, my head. I'll never use catnip
again."

Cat Mewvie: Cats annoying dogs.

Today's Kitty
Komic

Feline Art: "Alice
and Sir William the Cat"
by Karlen Tam.

A
Twisted Little 'Lost Cat' Story
by Gary Poignant

Marshall Scanlon, 8, burst into tears and cried after he was reunited
with Casper, 11 days after his beloved pet went missing.

“He was so shocked. Marshall couldn’t believe that he had Casper
back,” said his mother, Catherine McRae, adding “we honestly thought
he had been eaten by a coyote.”

Casper, who went missing from the family home near on Granite Road in
Blewett around April 21, was found May 1 about 8 km away in the Rosemont
area.

But while it was a happy ending for Marshall and family, McRae pointed
out there is a cat owner in the Rosemont area who is still searching
for her missing cat, Louie.

McRae said the woman’s cat was from the same litter as Casper and – oddly
enough – went missing at the same time that Casper vanished.

“They look like twins! We both shared pictures on Facebook. She posted
over 80 posters all over Rosemont and downtown to help find her cat,” said
McRae.

“Someone saw the poster and called to say he found a cat in his shed,” said
McRae, saying the woman took the cat home, thinking it was her cat, Louie.

“Four days later she thought something was different and that it was possible
she had the wrong cat,” said McRae, saying she took the cat to the SPCA
to double-check and “sure enough he was scanned being Casper and belonged
to my son Marshall…”

“Moral of the story… if Casper wasn’t micro chipped, nobody
would know he was ours and we would still think it was because we live in the
woods,” said McRae.

Marshall bought Casper two years ago using his allowance and birthday
money.

The search for Louie continues while McRae said they’ll be keeping
a closer eye on Casper.